I love you, but if you think that this is all some sort of ploy and I’m still the same person from back then, then so be it. I know that I lost your trust because of everything that happened, and I know that there have been ragefit speedbumps from both of us but you can’t say that I didn’t try. I’ve tried damn hard over the past three years and it’s amounted to nothing but me holding myself back from things.
The part that really hurts about all of this is that you absolutely don’t care. I’d say that I can’t blame you for it, but I do. You didn’t “get tired and sick” of anything. You ran away. Twice if you count the time you ditched this blog. Even then, you were too scared to talk to me directly because of what happened between us.
I want nothing more than your happiness, and if you want nothing to do with me then I’ll keep my nose out of things. I will be sending you hand drawn dickbutts in the mail for the rest of your life though. I don’t give a fuck if I seem like a creep or a stalker to anyone, and I don’t care how stubborn you plan to be for the rest of your life. I love you, stupid.